Epilogue – Boarding the Train
"Oh my God, Lily, you're still sleeping?!" A shocked voice enters my ears. "You've got to be kidding me! Wake up."
"No, go away, Mum." I reply grouchily, pulling the covers over my head to block out her voice. "It's too early."
"Lily Marie Evans, you wake up this instant! It's ten o'clock in the morning!"
"Mmm, so?" I ask, my voice gradually fading away into dream-land again.
"So," she answers, mercilessly pulling away the covers and completely ignoring my protesting screams. "You are going to miss your train if you don't hurry up." Mum says, looking mildly amused as she notices James's Puddlemere United jersey on me. Yes, I have reached a new level of pathetic and am sleeping in his shirts, so there.
"Train?" I ask stupidly, my brain still too groggy for conversations.
"Lily, its September the first." Mum explains, rolling her eyes.
September the – "Oh, SHIT!" I curse loudly, immediately rolling out of bed and dashing to my wardrobe.
"What have I told you about swearing, young lady?" Mum asks sternly as I drag my trunk onto the bed and unlock it. If only the professors and students could see me now; Lily Evans, perfect role model, head girl, always does her work on time and doesn't leave it for the last-minute?
I think not.
"Sorry, Mum. No time. Must hurry. Can't miss – Why didn't anyone wake me up before?" I blabber nonsensically as I rush around the room, frantically stuffing the new spell books that I had bought from Diagon alley with James just a week back in my trunk.
"Well, James said he did–"
"Yeah, well, you shouldn't have believed James Potter. He's a prankster." I grumble, clearly pissed off about being woken-up like this.
"Lily, James is a perfectly nice gentleman. Don't blame the poor boy."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Evans, I'm used to it. Lily's not Lily if she doesn't behave like a grouch in the morning." The devil walks into my room with a smirk on his face. I look up from packing my trunk for a second to throw him a death glare.
Mum simply laughs and pats him on the shoulder, whispering a not-so-inconspicuous "good luck," before walking out the room. Would you look at that, I think, throwing a pair of shorts in the trunk, my Mum just patted the boy who called her daughter a morning grouch.
"Calm down, Lily. Just breathe." James says, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me. I close my trunk with a 'thunk', sighing and relaxing into his embrace. I slowly turn around to face him, taking in his appearance. He looks the complete opposite of me.
James's hair is still a little damp from his shower and the scent of sandalwood on him seems stronger than ever. It instantly cools my nerves. He is wearing dark blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and black sneakers, looking absolutely gleeful. And scrummy.
"No time to waste, Potter, I must get ready." I say, even though all I do is wrap my arms around his neck. James smirks before giving me a quick peck on the lips. "Because thanks to you not waking me up, I'm going to be late."
"I'd like to remind you that I did a splendid job of waking you up, thank you very much. You promised that you'd wake up if I left. Now what you did after I went away is your problem." James answers, his fingers skimming under the hem of my – his – shirt and giving me goose bumps on skin to skin contact.
"Well you should have known better than to leave me to my own devices." I say before kissing the tip of his nose. James chuckles a little, but a frown creases my brows as I notice that it's nervous. "Um, is everything okay?" I ask worriedly.
"Yes. Uh…I just wanted to ask you something." He begins, ruffling his hair. I nod my head, asking him to continue. "Well, you know, I was wondering if…ugh, no…I meant that I wanted to ask you if… Okay, Lily, I just want to know if you are having second thoughts about our relationship." He blurts out really fast. I blink.
"What?" I ask feebly, my hands slowly sliding down his shoulders. "What are you – James, are you having second thoughts?" I bite my lip, feeling my heart thumping wildly against my chest.
His hazel eyes widen and he shakes his head adamantly. I feel myself breathing again. "No, of course not. I really love you, Lily. I just thought that maybe you'd want to keep it a secret that we're dating when we return to Hogwarts." He answers, smiling sadly as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I place my hand on top of his and clasp it between us.
"Why would I want that, you dolt? I am not ashamed of us. I love you too, and I could honestly care less about the gossip mill at Hogwarts. So stop asking such things, because I'll never have any 'second thoughts' about this." I say, quoting the word with my fingers. A heart-breakingly beautiful grin spreads across James's face, and he leans down, capturing my lips with his. I smile and let myself melt into the kiss, running my fingers through his hair and down his strong arms.
Before realizing that I'm runny very bloody late.
"Damn you Potter, stop distracting me like that." I say, shoving him away from me and chuckling at the sight of his pout. I roll my eyes as he throws me a flying kiss before making my way to the bathroom quickly.
In record time, I brush my teeth and take a shower, lathering my hair with the lilac-scented shampoo before throwing on a black Beatles t-shirt and a pair of white capris. Magically drying my hair, I tie it into a ponytail, the length still long enough to reach my waist. Finally, I apply some quick mascara and lip-gloss before exiting the bathroom.
"Bugger," I mutter as I notice the time; ten-thirty.
Rushing back into my room, I quickly scan and make sure that I've taken everything before levitating my trunk down the stairs. "Hello," I greet, walking into the kitchen to find Dad reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee in his hand. Mum takes off the mittens from her hands and smiles at me.
"'Morning, Lils. All ready?" Dad asks.
"Yes, but I'm running late," I say, snatching up a toast from the table and quickly putting some strawberry jam on it. "Wherf Fjamef?" I ask with a full mouth, snapping my head around for a head of messy, black hair.
Dad chuckles behind his newspaper. "Swallow, Lils." He says, and I blush before finishing up my toast. "Sorry. Where's James? We have to go." I repeat.
"I think he has just gone upstairs–"
"I'm here, I'm here." James dashes into the kitchen with his trunk in tow. "We can go now."
I nod my head, quickly becoming frantic as I notice that we only have fifteen minutes before the train leaves from the station. After hurried hugs and emotional goodbyes – or non-emotional, in Petunia's case – James and I apparate to King's Cross immediately.
"Sorry, I'm sorry. Excuse me, please. Thank You. Sorry."
In our rush to get to the train, we all but slam into people, our trolleys more often than not hitting people in the arse. Ignoring their Medusa-type glares, James and I reach the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, huffing and panting. Checking my wristwatch, I release a relived breath, realizing that we still have four more minutes.
"Well, that was fun," I grin at James.
"Definitely," he agrees with a smile before gesturing me to go through the wall first.
I oblige. Making sure that none of the muggles are staring at us, I push my trolley through the barrier, and within no time, find myself facing the steaming scarlet engine. Immediately, a wide grin spills across my lips.
"Well, don't just stand there, come on." I suddenly feel James's warm hand slip into my own before he pulls me towards the train. I just manage to levitate my trunk off the trolley before the whistle blows and Hogwarts Express starts moving.
"Lily! Hurry up," someone shouts and I look towards the source of the voice to find Mary waving wildly at me from a window. Her curly copper-blonde hair is tied into a ponytail while she shouts, her brown-eyes looking frantic. "Come on you'll miss the train."
"Prongs! Evans!" Sirius pokes his head out the window as well, swiftly throwing a wink at Mary who frowns at his invasion of her personal space. "You're late! What role models; the head boy and head girl are late." He says before falling on his seat and laughing his head off.
Oh Merlin, he's right, I realize with a jolt. Tugging on our entwined hands, I all but drag James towards the slowly speeding up train, bumping into emotional parents, who glare at us menacingly. Sheesh.
"Thank goodness," I breathe out as we heave ourselves in just in time. James leans against the compartment beside me, trying to regain his breath as well. After a few seconds, I slowly look up at him, and his hazel eyes make contact with my green ones.
A large, cheerful grin spills across our faces. "That was awesome," he laughs. I chuckle.
"Hello, lovebirds, finally made it, have you?" We look away from each other to stare at the petite girl in front of us with her hands on her hips. Beside her, Remus smiles and Peter waves at us in greeting. "Black, stop staring at my arse." Mary says without turning back, and Sirius redirects his gaze from her behind with a shameless smirk on his face.
"Hey, MacDonald," James greets friendly.
"James," Mary smiles at him before turning to look at me with a raised eyebrow. "You owe me a summer worth of explanations."
"Of course I do, and I won't miss out a single detail," I promise, laughing when my best friend wraps me up in a bone-crushing hug. I happily return the favor. "I missed you Mary," I say as we slowly make our way into 'the Marauder compartment', named oh-so-creatively by the four boys in their first year.
"I missed you too, Lily." She says, promptly taking the seat beside me and making James scoot over. "Yours for the summer, mine for the train ride. Fair deal, Potter," she smirks when he protests indignantly.
James sighs over-dramatically. "I'll try not to wither away from the huge distance," he says before winking and taking the seat across from me. Immediately, he pops a chocolate frog from Sirius's stash into his mouth, ignoring his best-mate's 'sod off'.
"So, Lily, first things first, is James worth it? Or do I need to put on the protective best-friend mode?" Mary whispers in my ear, making sure that the boys can't hear.
I briefly glance towards the hazel-eyed wizard tackling Sirius on the seat and messing up his hair with a gleeful grin on his face. He barks out a laugh, his eyes glowing happily when Sirius shrieks about his hair 'losing its gorgeous touch.' I can't help but grin at the sight.
"Oh, he's more than worth it." I reply with a soft smile. Mary squeezes my hand excitedly, and I can clearly see the effort it takes her to not squeal right then and there. "Oh, go on. Do it." I roll my eyes, preparing for some serious eardrum damage.
"Lily Marie Evans, I TOLD YOU SO!"
AN – Ta da! Summer Surprise has been officially competed. Eeeepp, I'm so happy with the outcome of this fan fiction. And all of you amazing people out there reading this story have made this even more special for me. Thank you sooo much for all the support and reviews and favorites and follows, guys. I can't tell you how much it means to me when I see the numbers increasing. So I'm glad that I was able to write a story which all of you liked and enjoyed. I certainly enjoyed writing this fanfic, and considering that it was my first one made it all the more exciting. Again, thanks a lot to all of you, and please leave some reviews and thoughts about this chapter and the story overall. Lots and lots of love, guys.